Barge music. Shush, war chalet
terrarium cages, lamb ears.
Pink panties cry rage my doppelganger
wheeling a baby. Shadows make my arms skinny
crescent moon motion sickness.
I’m sad, slightly active time-of-my-life
too many charm bracelets planets and radishes dangling off.
I know all the old songs
not about to catch fire but I could get naked.
I’ve flaked and I’ve ghosted mastered that hard city look
bought curlers at Ricky’s curled my hair like a flapper’s
come back with cream cheese fringe and disease
and my mother said you’re not getting old
but it’s about time and death, an unfolding
the bay spiders riding strands across Gramercy Park
black sequins in bed the hysteria
of tiny waists. Shy on the phone
in my black negligee knowing men are outside
a strawberry streak in my sheets
asking how do you stand a leopard-print tanktop
a land where modest girls walk
pill bottles giving new depth to the beach.
I’m trying too hard I’m not trying hard enough
my mother said a helicopter
above the smallpox hospital
and Sabbath be a cannibal
another bride walks by.
Jessie Janeshek's second full-length book of poems, The Shaky Phase, is forthcoming from Stalking Horse Press. Her chapbooks are Spanish Donkey/Pear of Anguish (Grey Book Press, 2016), Rah-Rah Nostalgia (dancing girl press, 2016), and Hardscape (Reality Beach, forthcoming, 2017). Invisible Mink (Iris Press, 2010) is her first full-length collection.